Page 15 of Gifted

“Mostly, it was shit sleep because I kept kicking myself.”

“Why?”

“Because I disappointed you yesterday.”

“I’m the one who missed the train,” I argued, afraid to follow the direction of his words, afraid to hope they meant what I thought they did. “You found me, protected me, and made sure I had food and shelter.”

“True enough, but that’s not what I meant. Little lamb, you’ve been disappointed over and over in your life, haven’t you? I get the feeling you never quite get what you want. You’re all alone with no one to focus on your needs, your hopes and dreams, and your desire to belong.”

“I’m okay,” I whispered, uncomfortable to be lain bare this way, more naked than if he’d stripped off my clothes.

“No, you’re not. There’s a little girl inside you craving attention, a woman who struggles with her needs, and I disregarded it all because of rules. And I’m sorry for that.”

The hand behind my head urged me forward, and he brushed his lips over my forehead. With his other arm around my waist, he tugged and brought me off the bed while he moved to sit back on his heels. He settled me onto his lap, and his thick, steel-like erection pressed to my hip.

I wiggled closer, and he groaned.

“Don’t be naughty, little lamb,” he warned against my temple.

“But…”

“Be good.” Even as he said it, he ground against my side, that hard length imprinting itself on me. “Feel what you did to me with that hot little body rubbing against me all night. You know what else that did to me?”

“It made you want to break your stupid rules about us?” I asked, a pout in my voice. I didn’t recognize it. How was he drawing this out of me when I hadn’t even known it was there? Where had this need to be under his care, to be protected and adored by him, come from? All I knew was, I wanted to curl up in the middle of his chest like a kitten—or a little lamb—and let him take care of me however he wanted.

He chuckled, and I felt it clear down to my throbbing clit. It had only ever felt this way when I’d imagined him dominating me. On those late nights when I was alone in my bed, alone in my house where no one would hear me, I cried out for him.

“Yes, some of that. With your body rubbing against mine, rules didn’t matter.” His lips brushed my ear. “Last night made me want to push it all aside, roll over on top of you, tear open your cute pajamas and sink eight inches deep into this sweet little body.”

My breathing hitched, growing ragged while he rasped into my ear.

“I wanted to hold you down and make you take it, make you see what you do to me, how you strip away all my civility. And you’d be a good little girl and let me, wouldn’t you?”

Please yes.

I nodded quickly, wanting him to do that all night. To do it right now!

His hand came around and cupped my breast through my loose pajama top. A thumb flicked over the knotted nipple, and I moaned, dropping back my head. My thighs clenched while ripples of pleasure throbbed through me.

His mouth followed, his lips staying at my ear.

“You’re the sweetest little Christmas treasure,” he said, pinching my nipple and pulling until I cried out. Everything within my pussy clenched tight, throbbing even harder and making me genuinely concerned he’d drag me over into a climax right there on his lap. If only, he’d slide that tormenting hand down and into my pajama pants and panties.

“I almost believe you got lost on purpose, so I’d have to come find you, so we’d be stranded here alone during this blizzard.”

“No. I didn’t.” I squirmed in his lap, unable to be still as he drove me toward my ultimate pleasure. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m glad we’re stuck here, but I’m sorry if you’re mad.”

Noah froze. “What did you call me?”

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